She follows my motion, a little clumsy at first, then steadier. My control frays, and a ragged groan escapes me.
“Tex?” she whispers, worried by the sound.
I catch her chin, forcing her eyes to mine. “You’re doin’ good. Better than good.”
Her cheeks flush. “You’re making faces.”
I huff a laugh. “You’re making me feel things.”
Her gaze drops to her hand as if she can’t believe she’s the one doing this, unravelling me one soft touch at a time.
“Now,” I say, keeping my voice low, “use your other hand.”
Jane lifts her free hand, hovering.
I guide her fingertips to my thigh first, grounding her, then up to cup my balls.
She touches me curiously, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive skin and squeezing gently.
I nearly lose it.
“Good,” I mutter, though it’s the understatement of the century. “Just like that.”
Jane’s mouth parts, and her eyes darken with growing confidence. She adjusts her grip slightly on my cock, watching my face for feedback.
I groan.
Her eyes widen, then brighten with pride.
“Oh,” she murmurs. “Okay. That’s… that’s good?”
“Yes,” I bite out. “It’s good.”
She keeps going, steadier now, and my whole body tightens.
“Jane,” I warn.
She looks up, breathless. “What?”
“I’m close.”
She bites her lip, but keeps moving her hand, sliding it up and down my shaft, growing bolder now.
I clamp a hand over hers, stopping her gently.
Jane startles. “Did I do it wrong?”
“No,” I say, breathing hard. “You did it very right.” I hold her gaze. “Do you want me to finish like this? In your hand?”
Jane’s cheeks flush, but she nods. “Yes. I want to feel it.”
I release her hand slowly, and she resumes the motion, slowly at first, then a little faster when my breath breaks.
I grit my teeth, fighting for control. Then she leans forward and presses a sweet, clumsy kiss to my chin.
That tiny gesture wrecks me.
“Jesus,” I groan.
